Have you seen the red scars on my wrists
Which are now as red as your blood?
Everywhere around me is clouded by mist
And my cries which went unheard
With false promises when I was deluded
Still I decided not to give up
Poor me! I was cheated and cheated
The thing I gave were tear drops
The number of scars, have you tried to calculate
When I was weeping and groaning in pain
I think it was because of my fate
That I gave a lot but nothing to gain
And our bond, so weakened and filate
Became so fragile and weak
I wish you had loved your mate
But I realized you were a total freak!
when you thought of hurting your girl
was hurting her heart not enough?
when for others their girls are pearl
but for you I was a waste stuff.
Even today when I see the scars red
It reminds me of the bloody knife
Which mocks at me, and tears I shed
as I'am deprived of a happy life.
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Conversation with my heart
PoetryThe words which emerge from the scratched heart of a teenage girl who fell in love with a high school guy but was later harassed and tortured. She then had two options-to bear the pain and keep silent or to stand up and fight. The poems express the...
